Close Encounters

October 31, 2014 at 12:38 am (Remodeling the Mind, WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , , , )

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Repatence drew herself up from her knee-strewn posture with suppressed moans. She had been “at it” for hours. She had her “unclean self” in the stocks… willing the impurity from her thoughts to submit as she threw various “objects” of reticence at her wayward self. As she arose she took in the “scene”. Her rebellious nature glared back at her with a slight curve of laughter in her features. She let her shoulders drop and sighed.

Well Father, it seems it did no good to take myself captive. This part of me has nine lives and grins like a cat the more I try to expose it to Your discipline” she said aloud.

She does seem rather amusingly immortal, huh? ” A voice spoke from beside her, bending down He began to message her knees.

Repatence jumped and gasped aloud. Falling to the bed under shock and relief at the same time. It had been a while since her Lord had appeared so vividly. Though she never told a soul He appeared to her. Who would believe her. It was 2014 and noone testified to having “seen Him” anymore! Much less did they speak of His speaking to them! It was tantamount to being considered qualified to move into the psych-ward in a local hospital.

She leaned back against the stone wall of her humble room which framed her bed on two sides. Closing her eyes she giggled and blew out a alleviated breath. Yielding to His hands which “spoke” healing to her knees.

Is it possible my Lord, that my bad self keeps being resurrected by your enemy? The unkind and selfish thoughts don’t seem to be “killable”! She decided to just go with the flow and pour out her heart since He “was there” and she could not deny her knees now seemed to have forgotten their vigil upon the stone floor.

He smiled and it went from His face to her eyes and into the very core of her being. How she loved Him!

No, I do not believe that power is the enemies to use. Look closely, she never died.” His voice was gentle with a touch of humility and splashed with humor that settled the dust of peace in the world around her.

She looked closely as instructed. Her bent form in the stock, head turned towards a hand poking out of its captive hole, as if observing a hang nail quite content in its imprisonment. It was ridiculous, of course, as the image was only in her mind. One drawn up to help her in her determination to “beat down” the inpure thoughts that came as a result of her afternoon encounter with Mary-Margret, a sister in the shelter she worked with. Mary’s harsh words failed yet again to produce the humility that had been intended over her spacey-ness while serving the afternoon meal; resulting in an upturned tray and a burn on her hand.

The hand He now held in His and administered the same language through His fingers as He did her knees a moment before.

Am I crazy Lord? I was just trying to ‘die to myself’ and the image helped.” She began to tear up.

His beautiful hands, holes and all embraced her face and brought it in line with His own. She followed its path and meet His eyes, now full of their own tears.

Let’s take her out of the stocks dear one, she doesn’t need to ‘die’ as you understand dying. I did that. Within you, Repetance, is both light and dark and this is the path you walk with Me. Your desire is known to the One who knows you best. That’s why I’m here.” His words were more than residents of His mouth, they became!

The image in her mind dissipated and faded as she watched a tear roll down His scarred cheek. She reached a finger to touch it as it followed the path to His chin. Wonder filled her hand and vibrated up her arm and found expression in her throat in a awe-struck tremble. How she loved Him!

Why do You cry my Lord? She asked.

He caught her hand and kissed it.
Because it breaks My heart to see you try so hard to do a thing I’ve done. Give your wayward thoughts to Me as a gift, dear one, and I shall show you My grace.”

“But, how can I consider them a “gift” my Lord, they are unworthy of You!?!” She cried.

Because you give them to Me, sweet one, they become a treasure of priceless worth to Me and the Father! We can make them into Love, I don’t require you to understand, just to trust.” He said, looking deep into her eyes.

The word ‘but’ began to form on her lips. She “grabbed it” and frowned.
He began to laugh out loud with delight. A laughter that intoxicated without humiliation, and she joined Him. Knowing without knowing why He found such humor in her action, unseen and unspoken but known!

What a fitting name Abba gave you, Repetance, so much like repentence! You do embody the character! What delight you are!” He said with the affection that spun stars into existence.

Why don’t You do this with everyone Lord? You know, appear and talk and laugh and heal just like this.” She asked

“Why do you think I do not? He asked, seriousness replaced His demeanor.

Repetance turned red at the thought of her ignorance. She looked down. Immediately her face was brought back up to meet His gaze. Those other worldly eyes holding her captive now in the freedom of His love.

“Because noone talks about it, I guess. I mean noone! I suppose it’s natural to assume You do not. Though I realize it may not reflect the truth. Am I correct in keeping these moments to myself? She explained with the heart of yearning.

“Perhaps, at least until you are prompted again to share. There are moments that I keep just between us. Yet, remember yesterday when the gentleman asked you if God talks to you. And you withdrew, unsure and afraid.” He said and inquired.

She remembered well, nodding her head. Embarrassment creeping up her neck again.

Those are times you must be bold and unafraid and speak dear one. You will know and must act when prompted and let Me deal with what others think, say or even do to you at such times. Many are spoken to just like this but they, just like you, are afraid. It breaks My heart and keeps My followers weak. Which can be made into strength, but it is the heart of Abba that His children witness to My aliveness and realness to others.” His eyes were sad and held no blame. Repetance could see the grace alive in Him!

I will speak next time my Lord, if You will help me. I will speak.” She threw her arms around Him.

Again His laughter rang out against the walls of her room and His arms returned her affection.

That is all that is required dear one.” He said, “And no more stocks, eh?” He whispered as His fulness faded. Repetance looked down at her hand and smiled at the tear that had not yet dried on her finger.

Yes, my Lord, I understand. No more stocks, and I will speak and give my many many “gifts” to You. And follow You like this finger followed Your tears. .. straight into Abba’s heart. I love You!

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A Prayer

October 25, 2014 at 1:45 am (Prayers, Psalms) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

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Abba,

I’m weary of things that make no sense to me. And I know that likely the problem is the difference between “sense” to You and what “sense” is to me. Father calibrate my senses to Your Word, Your heart, Your mind. Align it to Your sense of justice, Your Truth, Your wisdom in accordance with Your grace and mercy.

Yet hear my heart, I offer it to You out of the strength of my need to give it to You… the only place You have assured that it can be transformed.

Father, so many I love and You love beyond all knowing – struggle. What seems to me to be the origin of which is not knowing truly what You mean by forgiveness. They all say they know You, they all say they love You… how can they not know forgiveness if that’s true?

Deception covers their eyes and masks their wounds with a deadly salve. Abba, I appeal to You for their freedom, release, and protection from the evil one. Division is the hallmark of the lack of Your grace. In both directions, both in the ability to receive it from You and let it flow out as You give in the direction of all around us. Complete pardon. Love given to wounding hearts ignoring the pain, scorning its shame!

I see Your grace and forgiveness like the mightiest river rushing over the mightiest precipice from which we all may step up and stand directly under its crushing but life-giving flow. Yet we all approach, it seems, with thimble sized cups and fill them. Almost out of duty, instead of devotion. Do we do this so as to justify why we give so little when what’s been offered by You is a lifetime supply, full to overflowing, without end? This weighs heavy on my mind… and makes me run to You. Teach me Abba, to enter the rush and crushing blow of Your love and forgiveness. To throw away any of my feeble forms of retrieval, to smash my dainty cups and abandon my thimbles and place myself into the flow of all You would give. To me and through me. Let me not stand hard hearted in the flow once I’m there drenched in Your Mercy, make me a channel not a rock that splatters small drops in all directions minutely. Oh that You would flow in the exact direction You’ve set for me and I would be an open canal of Your grace.
Is this not freedom?

Where is the wolf in sheeps clothing that has misled Your sheep to think forgiveness means a decision but no action? Root out Your enemy, open our eyes to see this invader who is stealing the peace that surpasses understanding in the mystery of Your grace! Blot out the very concept of “deserving” from our minds and let no root of it develope in our hearts. For Your grace only coats the souls of the undeserving. Abba I praise You that we are all equally qualified, with no exceptions!

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Oh Sweet Savior Yeshua, intercede according to Your work and glory with every breath You took upon this earth in human form, and with the power of the heaven that came from Your last breath and then the one which brought You back from the depths of our depravity into the finished-ness  – completeness – of Your obedience and Your reward! If we were to count all the breaths You took, You have said the last one was the only one that mattered! Victory in grace and mercy for all time was contained in The Father’s resuscitation from the tomb where You were laid. Resuscitate Your people Father! Blow us away with Your love! Carve, cut, and create anew Your grace and mercy upon our cavernous souls. Open our eyes so that Your glory can shine from them!

Is there any form of hypocrisy in me Abba? Is my weariness caused by seeing logs resulting from the leporous numbness in my own eye which has a splinter? Remove the wormwood thief from my vision O God! For only Your grace can tweeze it from my pupil! Make not my prayer dishonor Your Name, Your Character! For this is the greatest fear of my soul! Make it a holy and a righteous fear infused with devotion to Your ways O Lord! Hear my cry, Abba! Forgive us, and make us so aware of its power to transform that we never find a reason, an offense, that requires a barrier again!

Convince us Father of Your protection so deeply that we abandon all need to self protect! Let us see Your Words that instruct us to ‘guard our hearts’ in the light of Your Truth and wisdom alone. For again it would seem some wolf in sheeps clothing has entered the fold and twisted the meaning. Show us Father that this “guarding” is us, individually keeping watch on our own error and lack of perception of You and Your ways within ourselves! Somehow the wolf has convinced that this guarding pertains to others instead! I am furious at this deception! Avenge Father for it steals from Your glory!

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Teach, woo, and correct with fierce mercy, us Your children to listen to Your voice and become so accustomed to the sound of You that no wolf can ever deafen or dull our ears to it again!

Rise up O my Father, Righteous Judge and Mercy-giver and hear my cry, I humbly appeal. For I know You hear me and I count on Your answer! Only give me eyes and ears to listen and look for Your immediate and working answer, that I may praise You! That I may praise You!

Selah

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♡ Jehovah’s Word for Today ♡

October 21, 2014 at 11:01 am (Thoughts to Ponder) (, , , , , )

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Learning

March 5, 2014 at 12:51 pm (Devotionals, Mile Stones) (, , , , , , , , , , )

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I love squirrel watching in the morning. (I always have nuts handy to feed)

I guess you could say I like to nature watch, really. To go outside first thing and connect with the only thing living that answers to exactly what God either designed it to do by instinct or answers to His heed with undelayed obedience. The sky, wind, clouds. Teaching my eyes to see what waiting without complaint looks like. The trees, shrubs, and grasses that wait for water. Or for the drying of the Sun. The ground that knows it’s useful without any evidence necessary…waiting for the show of its slow and unappreciated nurture. The birds and squirrels play then eat then forage then fight then play then rest then eat. .. repeat. It’s their work. Living. Just living. Yet all unique and with personalities intricate and unashamed. The creatures of the morning don’t compare themselves to each other. I’ve often been tempted to think they know a thing or two about jealousy. Fighting over who sits by the pile of nuts and who has to dash in and evade the “pile master”. To us its cute to assign human characteristics to animals. Disney would be out of business if people didn’t have a driving need to understand things only as we understand them. But if you look. .. and listen to their Creator tell you about them; you see its a grave identity error.

I come away with a heavy heart at times at how we as humans don’t think we can “relate” without making everything like us. It limits the souls ability to really know what relating is. It’s why all the “match-making” companies have succeeded. Note: I said the companies succeed NOT the matches! Some do, but not because of the company (or method) they used to come together. We are bent to find common ground. Deluded by the concept that simular thinking guarantees longevity. Perhaps in nature but not in human relationships. (Iron sharpens iron…so one person sharpens another)  One operates without choice by the program that has been assigned to it. We do not. Everyday, every hour of every minute we have the ability to decide our programming is wrong and invent a new one. Or rather our Programmer is wrong. Most walk through life never having the slightest desire to know the Who behind our existence. And hence the who we are. The earth and it’s creatures of instinct don’t have a choice. We do. It’s a gift and a curse.

So I wake up and introduce my senses and mind to the world devoid of human likeness to set the pace for the day. To remember that when I encounter another person to really look at them as if I’ve never seen “a them” before. Tuning my ears to listen to the Who who made them. Just like with the squirrels and birds and earth and sky. Learning not to place my likeness on anything but to train my mind to go immediately to the true Likeness by which they were made for the what, how, why, where and when of each thing I encounter in each moment as it comes. The squirrels are master’s at living in the moment. All creatures of instinct are. I envy them this ability.
They are never counting down minutes to a future moment. Biding their time. They are never “clocked in” and waiting to “clock out”. They just LIVE each minute without any concept of the next or their last. What freedom!

My human perspective runs to Abba and asks Him. ..
“How can I do this Lord? The whole world exist to beat the Clock, get off work, wish for more time, look forward to an event, a vacation, a time outside the moment we are in. It seems almost impossible for human beings to only take each minute into consideration like these creatures do.”

His answer?
“Nothing is impossible with Me! The key to staying in the moment isn’t in focusing on staying in the moment. It’s in staying with Me.”

Seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness…and all these things shall be added unto you.

My response?
“Teach me!”

And He is. You’ll not find a class or seminar or school or program that can teach this anywhere in the human kingdom. It’s only at His feet, like Mary, forsaking time and human custom to learn how to LIVE!

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The Father’s Day

June 17, 2013 at 2:04 am (Mile Stones) (, , , , , )

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Hosea 6:1-3

Come, let us return to Adonai (the Lord); for He has torn, and He will heal us; He has struck, and He will bind our wounds. After two days, He will revive us; on the third day, He will raise us up; and we will live in His Presence. Let us know, let us strive to know Adonai. That He will come is certain as morning; He will come to us like the rain, like the spring rains that water the earth.

Today was spent with my Heavenly Father, and my Dad. Today was spent with my sister Joey and my husband, Sam. Today was spent in the stocks and bonds of eternity; and the accounting will yield an “interest” far beyond the reaches of mankind’s ability to account. Love was the currency that was spent; every shekel on that which lives in the Kingdom of Heaven. Our “tour Guide” was the Spirit of the Living God which falls afresh in human flesh; and sent our countenances to the feet of Yeshua (Jesus) the Messiah in the beauty of His creation. In the persons in our immediate effect and in the dust, rock, wood and form of the spectacular ground beneath our feet, tires and bodies. He – Abba God showed up and served us today – hmmm…just like Him! To serve on a day we hoped to serve Him. God, Your Word is true!!!

Today was a grand day…tired bones are cloaks of righteousness that now beckon us to be wrapped in like a blanket…finding our rest in Him. Much like all our eyes took in do without a will to choose it or not. The earth sets an example that goes beyond words to speak in instruction…it just obeys Him! Yet oh, how it shines a light upon the Grace that being able to choose truly is!

The Psalmist David, spoke of God and how he prized the thoughts of God! Today I can but agree with every ounce of my being…and eat like bread from Heaven what He fed each of us today…and every thought that shall follow!

Happy Father’s Day, Father God…may all Your children rise and call You blessed! I love You! Both now and forever more…

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